French Montana - Cocaine Mafia lyrics

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You know how we do mane

That’s that shit, Montana (uhh, yeah)

Chorus

Ya bitch chose a nigga don’t be mad

Got pounds of that kush, 40 cal is in my bag

No matter where I’m at, I let that thing go blat

And that cocaine mafia got these niggas mad (fo sho, owww)

Homie it’s that cocaine mafia fo sho

I could break a brick down, nigga I could break a hoe

I’m a pro, what the fuck you niggas talkin?

Everything’s a go

Hop up on a track rape a donna

150 stacks count it back leave the door locked (hold up)

You watching niggas starve while you ate good

Now it’s ghetto niggas poppin space call me Ace Hood

Slang wood dick dealer white chinchilla in the huddle

Trynna bubble like Sprite pink syrup

Gotta hit the pot stir it, move an ounce fuck par

And you know never play wit Kon a nigga lying like a rug

That coke boy music that kinda shit you get chills for

Round table get the bread and butter ‘fore the meal come

Talk about that cocaine mafia, word to Trae I’m the truth

Yelling through the ceiling like “fuck the roof!”

Chorus

Ya bitch chose a nigga don’t be mad

Got pounds of that kush, 40 cal is in my bag

No matter where I’m at, I let that thing go blat

And that cocaine mafia got these niggas mad (fo sho, owww)

Homie it’s that cocaine mafia fo sho

I could break a brick down, nigga I could break a hoe

I’m a pro, what the fuck you niggas talkin?

Everything’s a go

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